TITLE    : Quality Control Ch. 03
STORYID  : quality-control-ch-03
SUMMARY  : Scientists aren't always as dispassionate as they may seem.
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2009-07-12
CATEGORY : bdsm-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |spanking|machine|lesbian|cunt|tits|breasts|buttocks|ass|brunette|scientist|


For the third spanking machine that she was testing, Dr. Fanny Fanner decided to select a brunette subject. She'd already chosen a blonde and a redhead. The blonde, a cute little pain slut, had alerted the physicist to her attraction to members of her own sex. The redhead, a virgin to severe discipline, had been Dr. Fanner's first lesbian lover. The sex between them hadn't amounted to all that much, just a little muff diving on the scientist's part, but the researcher had enjoyed it, as, she believed, the redhead had as well.



Dr. Fanner was looking forward to the present test. Not only would it allow her to enjoy the nudity of another sexy young woman, the brunette, this time, but it would also permit her to see another of the fabulous spanking machines in action. It was sexy as hell, watching a nubile young thing get her lovely ass paddled until it was sore enough for her to want the relief that Dr. Fanner was in a position to offer her well before anyone else could do so.



Landing the job as Spank-o-Matic's quality control expert hadn't seemed much more to Dr. Fanner than a temporary measure which would enable her to pay the rent, buy groceries, and pay her other bills until she could get a real job. Admittedly, the company's rather kinky product line had seemed a little hip, if naughty, but it had also seemed a bit absurd. It wasn't a line of work with which she'd want to be associated for long. She was a physicist, after all, with a doctorate from a respected, Ivy League university, and testing spanking machines wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind as a career when she'd enrolled or what her parents had had in mind when they'd footed the considerable cost that a first-rate education entailed.



No, testing spanking machines had been but a stopgap measure. Dr. Fanner had never imagined that she'd love the job, any more than she'd have guessed that she had a yen, previously unknown even to herself, for the ladies, nor had she known that seeing a beautiful young woman spanked by a merciless mechanical apparatus could wet her pussy and make her weak in the knees. A year ago, the scientist wouldn't have believed it, but life--even her own--was full of surprises. She was living proof of it.



The first two machines she'd tested had operated on the principle of the wheel. This latest one was different. A left paddle and a right paddle, each of which was attached to a long, horizontal lever, would alternately strike the corresponding buttock of the subject, who would be bent over an upholstered spanking bench to which she'd be bound by her ankles, waist, and wrists. Another difference in this design was that it could be operated by remote control. The others had to be activated by the drop of a coin and the throwing of a switch, respectively.



The subject for the present test, a young hottie named Debbie, was naked, of course, as all the subjects of the tests were required to be, and she was already in place, awaiting Dr. Fanner's instructions. The physicist paused for as long as she thought seemly, availing herself of the opportunity to study the lovely brunette's charming assets.



Debbie had fuller breasts than either the blonde or the redhead had had. The scientist had surmised as much during her initial interview with her, and the brunette's larger tits was one of the reasons that the researcher had decided to hire Debbie. Although Dr. Fanner preferred smaller to larger boobs, she was after a little variety in her choice of her third subject, and Debbie's bigger breasts, wider hips, and more substantial ass filled the bill in this regard. It wasn't that the young brunette was fat. She wasn't. She was just larger in general. She was rather Amazonian, in fact--tall, dark, and handsome, with well-toned muscles. She was also quite beautiful, better looking than either the blonde or the redhead, both of whom were themselves quite lovely.



Debbie had shoulder-length, wavy locks, the color of milk chocolate, and her complexion was rather more bronze than pink. Her areolas and nipples were also darker than the pink rosebuds of the blonde and the redhead. She had pubic hair, but it was trim, not a tangled mess. Her limbs were long and shapely. Her ass was full, round, firm, and tight. Her face was gorgeous. She had dark brown eyes between thick upper and lower lashes, a small nose, and full, sensuous lips. Her chin was not as small as the other women's had been, but it was feminine, nevertheless. Were Dr. Fanner to compare Debbie's looks to those of a celebrity, she would pick Lucy Lawless, although, if the truth were to be told, Debbie was more attractive than the Xena star, and Debbie's skin tone was darker, Lawless' being rather pale.



Debbie stood upon the machine's low, flat platform, her ankles strapped against the bottom of the steel beam that connected the base to the upholstered bench over which the dark-haired woman was bent. A small steel shelf projected from the far side of the bench, and Debbie's hands rested upon this surface, strapped in place by leather straps around her wrist that were attached to the shelf's upper surface. Between her feet, a small box was situated, to which the two long levers were attached. The top of each lever broadened into a paddle. The lengths of the two paddle-mounted levers was such that the paddles were level with the cheeks of Debbie's buttocks.



By pressing a button on her remote control, Dr. Fanner could activate the machine, change its operating speed, or bring the spanking to an end. The remote control was also equipped with a timer that could both determine the total amount of time that the machine would perform and the lengths of the intervals, during the set period of operation, at which the paddles functioned at predetermined speeds. Debbie selected three minutes for the overall operation of the machine, breaking this period into one-minute segments at which the paddles would strike the subject's buttocks at slow, medium, and high speeds, respectively.



The paddles moved slowly at first, the left alternating with the right as if they were the feet of an invisible man with extremely long, thin, flat feet. Whap! Whap! Debbie's buttocks bore the imprint of the boards for a moment after they'd collided with her bottom, and, for a fraction of a second, their shape was imprinted in pink upon her backside. However, the color soon faded again, only to be replaced, a moment later, with the same hue, in the same shape, for the same amount of time. This phenomenon happened repeatedly. Each time the paddles struck, they left their impression in Debbie's sleek flesh. After half a dozen swats, the pink faded less quickly, and, after half a dozen more spanks, it remained, showing the long, narrow outlines of the paddles.



Debbie swayed her ass, as much as possible, trying to expose a different expanse of her bottom to the insistent tread of the paddles, but, in no time, she'd succeeded only in covering this additional surface of her posterior with further marks, and the paddles, no matter how she continued to shift her weight or wriggle her hips, landed again and again upon space that they'd already slapped. Her ass, as a result, was becoming pink over an even larger area than it would have, had she simply remained still, and the blades fell in the same place each time they stamped her behind anew.



Although her ass was starting to sting, it was only mildly sore, and she didn't appear unduly alarmed. Already, a minute had passed, and she was only a little the worse for the wear. This wasn't nearly as bad as she'd expected, Debbie thought. In fact, it wasn't a bad way at all to earn a hundred dollars.



The paddles began to smack her ass much more quickly as the timer caused the machine to shift into a higher speed, and Debbie, startled, cried out. She glanced back, over her shoulder, at Dr. Fanner, who was looking on calmly, a pen poised over the clipboard that she held in her hand. "What the hell's going on?" the subject demanded of the researcher. "The paddles are spanking me much more quickly!"



"They're supposed to," the physicists replied, informing Debbie that they were now moving at the second-fastest speed of which they were capable.



Second-fast, the scientists thought, was plenty fast if one were on the receiving end of the machine's onslaught! A paddle landed every two seconds, one to the subject's left ass cheek, followed by the other to Debbie's right buttock, whereas, before, on the "Slow" setting, the paddles had moved at only half this rate of speed.



"Second-fastest?" Debbie cried. "You mean there's an even faster speed?"



Dr. Fanner smiled. "There is," she acknowledged.



The subject looked frightened. "Stop this damned thing!" she ordered.



Dr. Fanner's smile broadened. "Not until the test is completed." She glanced at her watch. "You have a minute and a half yet to go." Like the other subjects before her, Debbie had signed an ironclad contract with Spank-o-Matic, agreeing to endure the full three minutes of the test, and Dr. Fanner had no intention of letting her off the hook. Doing so would ruin the test. Besides, the scientist was looking forward to the cries and tears she felt certain were only moments away.



The paddles swatted the subject's bottom again and again, until Debbie's ass cheeks had become more red than otherwise, and the oblong impressions in her buttocks threatened to become bruises rather than merely slightly discolored impressions of the paddles. Debbie gasped. A paddle struck her left buttock. She moaned. The other paddle walloped her other ass cheek. She groaned. As, again and again, the paddles swatted her, more or less in the same spot, she began to whimper, on the verge of losing her dignity entirely.



Spank-o-Matic was a startup company financed by the owner of a sex novelties company, Dr. Fanner had been told when she'd interview for the position as the corporation's quality control expert. Previously, the company had manufactured and distributed giant condoms, boob mugs, penis-shaped lipsticks, edible panties, and a host of sundry other gag items. Its line of spanking machines were its first big-ticket items and its sole foray, to date, into the sadomasochistic and bondage and discipline markets. The hope of the company's owner was that the same people who paid thousands of dollars for spanking benches might shell out equal amounts or more for their choice of a limited line of high-quality spanking machines. Dr. Fanner hadn't been as optimistic about the products' prospects as the company's owner had been, but she'd needed a job, and she'd kept her opinion to herself. Now, after seeing the machines in action for herself, she'd revised her opinion. Once they'd perfected them, the contraptions, she believed, would sell like hotcakes.



The machine kicked into its fastest speed, and Dr. Fanner winced as the paddles spanked Debbie's bottom furiously, one smacking its target every second while the other slapped its objective a second later. The sound of one sharp slap was still fading when the report of the next blade was heard: In the first ten seconds after the machine had shifted to its highest speed, Dr. Fanner counted as many swats: Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! The poor brunette's ass was cherry--no, make that fire-engine--red, and bruises were asserting themselves along the site of the wooden blades' impacts. With fifty seconds remaining of the three minutes that Dr. Fanner had set on the machine, Debbie would receive as many swats, half to her left, and half to her right, buttock.



The brunette's firm ass shook like gelatin, bouncing and jiggling before the repeated impacts of the furiously spanking paddles. Debbie wept openly now, tears streaming down her face, and mucus had formed at her nostrils. Her keening was high and plaintive, like the cry of a seagull in pain. The sound was disturbing, but it was also intensely arousing, Dr. Fanner found. The scientist's cunt was drenched with its own juices, and her clitoris had become so erect that it ached. Part of the researcher's excitement had been caused by Debbie's Amazonian strength and beauty, but most of it was the result of watching the big, beautiful brunette writhe and scream in pain as the paddles continued to alternate in their frantic attack upon the subject's ass, wailing away on Debbie as if the machine were out of control.



Forty seconds had passed of the third minute, the scientist observed, leaving only twenty more seconds to go, but those twenty seconds would be an eternity for poor Debbie!



The blubbering brunette was sobbing like a child, rather than enduring the pain in her buttocks with the stoic disregard of an adult. Debbie looked pathetic, Dr. Fanner thought--and the sorry state of the young woman was exciting, too. The physicist's clit was so stiff that she felt as though it had turned to stone, if not steel, and she longed to strip off own her clothes and masturbate. In her state, she'd no doubt reach orgasm within two or three strokes of her fingers. Her knees wobbled, and her legs nearly gave out on her, but she caught herself, maintaining her balance as she started to fall, and took several quick steps backward, into the wall behind her, supporting herself against its hard, horizontal plane as she continued to ogle the brunette being spanked by the merciless machine.



Debbie's whole ass was red now, and welts and bruises were visible in the discolored flesh. She continued to yelp and howl, tears streaming down her lovely face, as the paddles slapped and swatted her beleaguered bottom. The Amazon's face was a grimace of anguish, and she tossed and turned her head frantically, her chocolate-colored mane flipping and pitching about her neck and shoulders. Her eyes were shut, and, except to shriek of squeal, her mouth closed. Between screams and sobs, she clenched her teeth.



Finally, the machine came to a stop. Debbie lowered her upper body as much as she could, and simply sobbed and whimpered.



Dr. Fanner gave the machine a favorable rating, finding fault with the contraption in only one respect: It would spank vertically, but not horizontally. As far as the scientist was concerned, this design remained, like the two that she had tested before it, a contender. It deserved production and distribution, she thought, and indicated her belief with a notation to the form on her clipboard.



She set her report aside, freed her subject from the leather restraints, and helped Debbie to the couch in the anteroom through which the brunette had entered the spanking chamber a mere ten minutes or so previously, letting the scientist secure her to its frame and waiting patiently for Dr. Fanner to return and commence the test.



Remembering what she'd done to ease the redheaded Vivian's pain, Dr. Fanner said to Debbie, "I can make you feel better, if you want."



Without asking how, the subject nodded vigorously.



"Are you sure?"



Again, Debbie, still crying, but not as loudly now, nodded her assent.



Dr. Fanner wanted to make sure that the Amazon understood her intentions. "I'm going to eat your pussy, all right?"



The brunette looked surprised, then delighted. Again, she nodded energetically, despite the pain that the gesture caused her, and, after removing her own clothing, Dr. Fanner knelt between Debbie's naked thighs.



While the scientist licked and kissed and nuzzled the other woman's labia, clitoris, and vagina, lapping at the brunette's sex through the trim, dark patch or tightly coiled pubic hair, she also fiddled with her own clitoris. The physicist's cunt overflowed, thick juices flowing down her inner thighs. Orgasm was near, and she twiddled the hard, swollen bud of flesh harder and faster. At the same time, she plunged her mouth down, firmly, upon the brunette's pubic mound, lapping at the other woman's tender, swamped pussy. The scientists' face was wet, and it shone beneath the fluorescent lights arrayed across the ceiling high above the lesbian couple. Neither of them saw the researcher's wet, shining countenance, though, for Dr. Fanner herself was facedown in the brunette's sopping cunt, and Debbie had her own eyes closed, concentrating upon the ecstasy building inside her. The pain was still there, burning in her buttocks, but the orgasm upon the edge of which she teetered, was more powerful; a moment later, as Debbie lost control, the orgasm was, in fact, overwhelming, and all she could feel was the terrible power of its pleasure, ravaging her body, mind, and soul.



At the same time that Debbie came, Dr. Fanner also reached the point of no return, climaxing intensely. She shuddered, cried out, shuddered again, gasped, shrieked, moaned, and breathed in loud, ragged breaths; then, the second orgasm hit her, and the third, and she was just a stream of pussy juices and a keening that seemed to go on and on, without end.



It was the best orgasm of her life.



Afterward, when both women were able to speak again, Debbie asked whether there were any more machines left to test.



"Yes," Dr, Fanner said.



"Maybe you'll keep me in mind?"



"You want another spanking." the physicist asked, her tone indicating her disbelief, "after the one I just put you through?"



Debbie smiled. "Yes, I do, and another and another, if, afterward, you ease my pain the same way you did this time."



Dr. Fanner considered Debbie's suggestion. The brunette was gorgeous, and she was big and strong, Amazonian. At the same time, Debbie was entirely feminine. It was tempting to ask her to be the subject of another test--or even all the rest of them. But the physicist had promised herself that she'd use a different woman as her subject each time she tested a different machine, and, as lovely as Debbie was, there were too many other beautiful women to spank for the scientist to settle on any one of them, Debbie included. "I don't think that's a good idea," she said.



Debbie looked hurt and confused.



"There's an alternative, though, if you like," Dr. Fanner suggested.



Debbie looked down at the scientist who was still kneeling, naked, over a puddle of their pussy juices, between Debbie's legs. The scientist's face wet, yet, with her lover's lubricating fluid. "What's that?"



"We could be girlfriends."



Debbie looked delighted. "Really?"



Dr. Fanner shrugged. "Why not?"



"You and me? Girlfriends?"



"As long as I'm the butch, and you're the femme."



Without hesitation, Debbie agreed. "You got it, girlfriend."



"Help me up them, missy."



Debbie extended her hand, the scientist took it, and, remaining seated, the brunette helped the scientist to her feet. In return, the researcher helped her former subject and newfound lover to her feet. The scientist put her arm around the Amazon's waist, Debbie returning the favor, and hands on one another's hips, they walked together, down the hall to the showers, kissing as they went.



Dr. Fanner smiled. Just like that, she'd acquired a girlfriend.



And she still had one more spanking machine to test!

